Sep 22, 2025
girl i neeedddd u to do woochan headcanons NOW — like you did for tarzzan
[ ✦ ] — WOOCHAN HEADCANONS ⸝⸝
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girl i neeedddd u to do woochan headcanons NOW — like you did for tarzzan
[ ✦ ] — WOOCHAN HEADCANONS ⸝⸝
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✦ :: woochan x reader hcs !
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GIRLS DON’T LIKE 𝜗ৎ a jo woochan series
⌗ SYNOPSIS ꒱ in which yu yn is apart of the co-ed idol group , AERITH , who are now celebrating their third year anniversary and have finally found success after those grueling years of hard work! but oh..? there’s a new co-ed group in town who seems to have the exact same layout as their group but had…immediate success? how unfair! as tension and competition arises, what shall yn do as a certain rapper catches her attention…? after all, girl’s don’t like a cocky opponent, or do they.
⌗ GENRE ꒱ battle of the bands!au , enemies to lovers , fluff , some angst
⌗ WARNINGS ꒱ THIS IS NOT A SMAU!! it is a fic series. both groups get kind of unbearable at some points, heavy competition, woochan is lowk cocky and an ass but its all in fun, their relationship is heavily based off that of jinu and rumi’s from KPDH
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INTROS ¿? AERITH , ALLDAY PROJECT
GIRL’S DONT LIKE : wicked , famous , dirty water
Woochan Alphabet PLS
⋆˙Jo Woochan ABC'sᝰ.ᐟ
𖤐Note: first time writing in like two years so hopefully it's good, ALSO! Woochan is based off of trainee a Woochan, not all day project
𖤐Thanks too: anon, Woochan
𖤐CW: kissing : making out : mentions of kids : mentions of jealously :
𖤐Genre: boyfriend alphabet
09/20/25
A - affection (how affectionate are they)
Woochan although he tries to play it cool was extremely clingy, the kind of touches that make people in comment sections go crazy with the usual "omg that hand placement?!?!" I'm talking, hands on you're waist, in you're butt pocket on you're jeans, or through you're belt loops.
B - boyfriend points (cute things they do)
He likes to match outfits or jewelry with you or accessories anything really, even from small things like decorations in his room, or phone wallpapers he just likes to match and have a silent label of "I'm taken"
C - comfort (how comforting are they)
10000/10 on the comfort scale, definitely the best person to lean on for comfort, he can be extremely quiet or extremely talkative when you need him to be, he understands when you need space or when you need a hug or simple reassurance, even without you saying anything he just knows.
D - dreams (there future with you)
He wants atleast one kid, like in his late 20's with you, and a small house or apartment whatever you wanted, it doesn't want a loud future something simple whenever he's done idoling he can relax with. But he's definitely a girl dad, so he'd learn with you how to do hair so he can do his daughters hair when the time comes.
E - everlasting (how long will y'all last)
It depends, if Woochan liked you like genuinely then you'd last a life time, but if you're personalities clash over time he wouldn't be the type to sit and let toxicity bubble between you and him and he'd cut it off early.
F - friendship (how long were you two friends)
A good four years before he decided to make a move, he's liked you since he met you but he wasn't sure if it was worth going after or if you'd break his heart, so he played the waiting game.
G - games (couple games they play with you)
He loves couples TikTok trends, like way too much you're dm's are ALWAYS atleast 40 couples videos from him with the text "us?" "Can we?" "This is so cute you'd look so pretty doing this..." Subtle but not subtle at all.
H - hugs (how often do they crave hugs)
24/7 365, Woochan is TOUCHY when he's with you even in public although he doesn't do public kissing he will drape his entire frame over you.
I - I love yous (who was the first person to say I love you)
He was, he didn't mean for it to slip out it just kinda happened one day whenever you were trying to show him something on you're phone, he gave you the half lidded look you've never seen from him it slipped with a quiet whisper "...I love you..." Those three words changed you're entire view on everything.
J - jealousy (how jealous are they?)
Like a 5/10 on the jealously scale, hes quiet about it, he'll cling to you kiss you play with you're hair hold you're jaw so you focus on him and not whoever was making him jealous and whenever you two leave he'd shoot the other person a look that screamed "go get you're own partner".
K - kisses (kinds of kisses they give)
In public quick kisses you barely could even feel, but in private long meaningful kisses sometimes tongue if he felt like it but his kisses always left a huge mark you'd still feel them hours after although he couldn't go hours without kissing.
L - lazy days (lazy days with them)
I've said it before, I'll say it again Woochan has the best lazy cuddles known to man, like just imagine it you're tired he's tired from all his idoling, you're laying over top him with you're neck in the crook between his neck and shoulder eyes completely covered, his hands moving from you're butt to you're waist every 40 minutes.
M - mornings (mornings with them)
He'd order you two food, laugh and tease you while he fixes you're hair, wipe eye crust off you're eyes or fix you're pajamas, but he can't do it without hardcore teasing, like low-key name calling but in a nice way.
N - nicknames (nicknames for one another)
Woochan claimed he didn't like nicknames, but he does very much so specifically whenever you call him "channie" "woo" "baby" "bubba" and his for you "baby" "princess" "sweetie" he was soft with it, but nicknames are only for privacy well the soft ones in public he'd call you "babe".
O - opening up (how fast did they open up to you)
Like I said before it took him four years to ever confess, so give or take the same amount of time if not longer to allow you to fully see him.
P - PDA (public display of affection)
Only touches, he doesn't like hardcore PDA for him it's amount intimacy you couldn't have intimacy with some old lady who burnt her hair in her early 20's was side eyeing you could you? The answer is no, always no with Woochan, but he will hold onto you're belt loop or you're bag if you carry any.
Q - quality time (how they spend time with you)
He loves movie marathons, that neither of you pay attention too, he likes the idea of it but with Woochan it always either turns into falling asleep or a make out session no in-between.
R - romance (how romantic are they)
He's like...heart warming romantic, he'd make notes in his phone about all the things you've mentioned in passing, and put it into a date night for you, or he'd randomly buy things that remind him of you and just give it to you next time he seen you.
S - support (how supportive are they)
1000000/10 on the support scale, if you were apart of the LGTBQ+ community he'd buy you things surrounding whatever you were although he does draw the line at weird or out of the ordinary things. Like if you played games he'd constantly get you merch of those games or offer his card so you can buy whatever you want from the games.
T - thrill (how thrilled are they about you)
He cannot shut up about you, back when he was in trainee a, all the boys practically knew you're social security card and time of birth from how much he kept yapping about you.
U - understanding (how understanding are they)
He tries to be, but he is young and, sometimes it's hard to get him to understand something, but he's learning so be patient with each other, and meet in the middle.
V - value (how much they value you)
You're his entire world, nevermind value's he'd give up his favorite anything if it ment you got to live a healthy life.
W - wild card (random head cannon)
He loves brushing you're hair, or doing you're makeup even if he's terrible at it, it's just something he enjoys to do. Sometimes brushing you're hair turned into head massages then body massages, all you can think the entire time was you won the boyfriend lottery.
X - xylophone (your couple song)
Paper rings by taylor Swift, although he's not a Swifty the song reminds him of you.
Y - you (what they think of you)
He loves you beyond belief, like too much he's crazy about you in a healthy way, although sometimes you annoy him, he looks past it.
Z - zzz (naps with them)
This is similar to the lazy days with him, he loves to nap with you on top of him, or him on top of you, he likes the closeness of it, the intimacy Woochan is very big on intimacy.
PHOTOS YOU'VE TAKEN OF YOUR BOYFRIEND WOOCHAN
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A TINY REMINDER.
pairing: sub jo woochan × dom fem reader
content: bondage, oral (finger sucking), name calling (noona)
note: so sorry for the long wait!!! i hope my work fits your standards. 💔💔 thank you for dming me and providing the contents!! i’m like REALLY glad since i didn’t know where to start without it hehehh. i’m also sorry for the tags. idr know what the hell i gotta put in there so i js used random ones 😭shits kinda embarassing....
NOT PROOFREAD !!! i actually did but like not that much.
the evening was lazy, cozy, and filled with warmth. you and woochan were in the living room, sat out on the floor whilst the television hummed faintly in the background. there were snack wrappers emptied out, resting on the glass table in front. there were also bottles of soda and bags of chips resting above.
the sound of flicking cards filled the room, replacing the silence between the both of you. your competitiveness was evident as you were too occupied trying to win over a game. you were both playing uno on a random night, which happened due to boredom possessing both of you guys’ bodies.
you had set a petty competition about who can win the game first. there was a catch though. the loser would get a punishment, may it be sexual, funny, or neither, it depends on who will succeed. of course, knowing how competitive you both were, the agreement was exchanged.
you sweat, thinking you were on the verge of losing. you didn’t see any good cards that’s in your possession left, giving you more anxiety.
it felt unfair to you.
you could peak that woochan was smiling as he stared at his cards, his pretty smile showing as he looked at his own.
you’re definitely screwed.
or
maybe not.
you didn’t notice that you still had a card squished between your thighs as you were sitting with your legs crossed. you forgot it since it was in the back of your mind. good thing you remembered that it was a good card that you had saved the best for last.
maybe you’ll get the last laugh.
as you grabbed the card in the space between your thighs, a smile couldn’t help but plaster on your face.
a wild draw four card.
jackpot.
you raised your card slammed it above the other pile of cards.
“what? you’re totally cheating at this game, noona..”
he states in disbelief, all with an annoyed face so obvious. mumbles left his lips as he drew four cards from the pile that was resting on the side. as he drew the cards, you could see that his thumb and index finger were extended on his other hand, aiming to likely pinch you. you noticed this easily and dodged just as he was about to grab your waist.
“just admit that you’re bad at this. you don’t have to blame me.”
“you’re annoyed, woo. just admit it~”
you bite back, both of your responses lingering in a singing voice just to get inside him even more. you could see that his eyebrows were furrowed. his figure was also tense, and just as you knew it, he lunged at you, but his attempt was sloppier than ever. you dodged his attempt to get you again, letting him stumble into the cushions beside you. his laughter along with yours filled the room, bright and loud.
“see? no chance against me.”
you said smuggly as you patted his head when he retracted from the sofa. he made a face at you, pale cheeks flushing into a shade of pink.
he didn’t reply. he only stared at you with those eyes.
the silence fell once more, deafening to the ears. it stretched on for almost an hour. there was no exchange of words. no humanly noises released by the mouth. just the sounds that the crispy cards were making.
it went on, almost feeling like an eternity, until it was broken.
“i would probably win if you weren’t being too intimidating..”
he mumbled under his breath. not loud or quiet, just enough for you to hear his words that had a string of annoyance.
okay, you didn’t know how to react to this. his words were a mix of anger and disappointment, confusing you even more. was he that competitive? or was he visibly just trying to get inside your mind?
you tilted your head, amusement shifting into something else.
“oh, i’m intimidating?”
he chuckled slyly. it wasn’t a joking chuckle, but a mocking one. his voice was also quieter now.
“yeah. you always try and be in control when we do shit.”
those words made you pause. your smile turned into a small, almost-frown like kind. it was a challenging one. it also changed along with your tone that shifted as you leaned closer, enough to face his ear.
“always in control, huh?” you said, lowly.
he gulped big as he was taken aback by your sudden seriousness. the air between you seemed to become suffocating, like oxygen being cut off.
his breath became shallow when your fingers touched and curled gently around his wrist. your other hand reached for the handcuffs that you have prepared on the side. it was the item that you were going to use as a punishment when he probably loses the game. guess you have to use it even if the game still wasn’t done.
as you slowly reached for the metal restraints on the glass table, you could hear his breathing become even heavier. once you extended your hand just enough to reach the cuffs, you could feel its coldness coming in contact with the warmth from your body.
“come here.”
“look. i’m s-sorry.. w-wait—”
he protested, but the words fell onto deaf ears as you cuffed his wrists, all before he knew it. the cold metal brushed against his wrists, and by now, his laughter have died, replaced with total silence. replaced with fear that only you could get out of him.
“not so tough now.”
you whispered in awe, grabbing his chin and tilting it up so you could get a good look at his face. you could see that his eyes were wide, mixed and caught between surprise and dread of what is to come.
“see? you never stood a chance against noona.” you said with torment in your voice.
“y-you’re just… a little stronger..”
he replied, followed along with a laugh. but his laugh sounded forced this time. it was a laugh that possessed agony. he then attempted to wiggle free, but the handcuffs refrained him as well as your grip on his chin.
you leaned in, your voice lowering.
“so you admit it? that i could do whatever i want with you?”
his breath hitched.
“don’t joke like that…”
“hey—wait,” he added.
“let me free— i didn’t agree to this! and- a-and you told me punishments were after the ga—”
you dismissed him, bringing your index finger to his lips to shush him. you were certain that his protest had no real strength behind it.
“you didn’t say no either.” you murmured, tightening your grip on his chin. you then lowered the index finger you had stuck out. he froze on the spot, caught between protesting or giving in.
you lowered his chin down as your gaze steadied.
“you’re trembling,” you whispered, brushing your fingers across his lips.
“but you’re not pulling away from noona, hm?”
he let out a shaky breath, a loud one. he tried to shake his head, but failed when you pressed your thumb forward on his lower lip to make entrance. his mouth immediately opened, a whine spilling out as you successfully slid both your middle and index finger past his lips.
“noona, s-stop…” he whispered weakly against you. you only chuckled in response. even if those words came out of his mouth, his reaction said otherwise. his tongue curled around your fingers, sucking obediently as his eyelashes fluttered closed.
“good boy.” you praised him. he suckled as if his life depended on it. his eyes were still closed, too focused on what he was currently doing.
“even when you fight it, your body knows exactly what it wants, right?” you said with a low, almost whispering voice. he didn’t answer, too busy sucking your fingers. you could feel the undeniable heat of his mouth. you pressed your fingers on his tongue, just enough to make him gag a little. this earned a laugh out of you.
“answer me.” you stated firmly again, and this time he responded. he finally acknowledged you, opening his eyes that were once closed, nodding his head quickly.
the television continuously hummed, going unnoticed. the air had shifted by now—there was no laughter, no protests, only the sound of ragged breaths and the squelching noises resulted from him feeding off of your digits.
“you like it when noona feeds you like this, hmm?” you asked once again. this time, you immediately got a response. he was quick to nod, leaning against your palm since your grip had already detached off of his chin. it instead shifted to cup his pale, soft, and smooth cheek.
“next time you don’t talk to me with an arrogant voice. got it?”
he flutters his long eyelashes, nodding slowly.
“y-yeshh, nw-noona..” he attempts to answer, voice muffled and incoherent due to his mouth being occupied.
you finally removed your fingers out of his mouth, wiping it on your thigh to remove the saliva. you also removed the handcuffs off of his wrists, letting him free.
“come here, honey.” you said quietly, opening your arms.
he hesitated just for a heartbeat, but gave in and scooted towards you. he quickly buried himself against your chest. his hands were now free, giving him the chance to clutch the back of your shirt as he hugged you, like he needed to do it to ground himself.
you wrapped your arms quickly too, without a second thought. you ran your hand through his hair, murmuring, “you did so well..” with now a tone warm instead of teasing.
“i got you. don’t pull shit like that again, understood?”
no words fell from his lips, but you felt him move against your chest, a sign that he nodded. he then hugged you closer, pushing his face even more. it felt as if he’d melt if he wasn’t in your grasp.
the television once hummed again, letting the night fall. the game didn’t continue, it instead became a sort of lesson for him about his attitude.
you still love him either way. it’s just— there are times were you have to remind him who’s in control.
dash i wanna dash i wanna run it